Ex To See

Well, there ain't enough smoke in my eyes
To hide the kinda games you're trying to play (trying to play)
Honey don't you act so surprised
You know exactly what I'm 'bout to say (what I'm 'bout to say)
You kiss my lips, like you mean it but you ain't that slick

Everywhere we go you keep looking around
Fixing your makeup like it's about to go down

And he walks in, it all makes sense
Suddenly, you're climbing all up next to me, next to me
I ain't no fool, you rascal you
You don't want me, you just want your ex to see, ex to see
Whoa, whoa, whoa, oh

So, that's why when I pick you up
You always want me to drive your car
So, I can leave mine at your house
And he can wonder where you are
You're right here
Looking sexy whispering in my ear

Everywhere we go you keep looking around
Fixing your makeup like it's about to go down

And he walks in, it all makes sense
Suddenly, you're climbing all up next to me, next to me
I ain't no fool, you rascal you
You don't want me you just want your ex to see, ex to see
Whoa, whoa, whoa, oh

You just, you just, you just want your ex to see, ex to see

Girl you look kinda cute, called out
You're making it hard to have hard feelings for you now
So, hey, did he really do you wrong
I guess I can play along
I guess I can play along

He walks in, it all makes sense
Suddenly, you're climbing all up next to me, next to me
I ain't no fool, you rascal you
Girl come here and kiss me
I just want your ex to see
Whoa, whoa, whoa, oh

I just want your ex to see
Ex to see, ex to see
Whoa, whoa, whoa, oh

I just want your ex to see
I just want your ex to see (girl you look kinda cute, called out)
I just want your ex to see
I just want your ex
I just want your ex
I just want your ex
I just want your ex to see



Credits
Writer(s): Josh Osborne, Matthew Thomas Ramsey, Sam Lawry Hunt
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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